Visceral Torment

a painful collar around my neck
drags my into an abyss where every touch hurts tenfold
and every lip drips of poison
I created a prison for myself
which has shape of a story that trickles of failure
a tale that drinks my flesh and dries my blood
my fingers spin a thread that was cut halfway
my blood boils with untamed hatred; my own visceral torment
I came to destroy the soul of a vile muse
become scourge of the cracked face of injustice
color sun crimson with my bloodied hands
paint the ground with blueblack shine of sorrows
spread my rage over the universe, burst with black flame
green tongues lick the night
in which I melt
slowly merging with the stone